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They asked if I'm a show dog, I heard my mom say "No." She said that I was better, And didn't need to go.
I show my family that I love them, With hugs and kisses true, With extra special tenderness, When one is sick or blue.
I show my family that I care, Almost every day, When strangers pass by our house, I shoo them all away.
I show my family I adore them, When I greet them at the door, With happy yips and wagging tail, Who could ask for any more?
I show my family that I'm loyal, And love them all the same, When they make mistakes with me, Or forget to play my favorite game.
I show my kids that I'll protect them, When monsters come in the night, I chase them all out the window, And cuddle to ease the fright.
So I may not be a show dog, With pretty hair and bows, But my family, they do love me, And it's for them that I do show!
by Marian Whitley |
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